Prayers Of A Hypochondriac Poem by Bridgid Patrick

Prayers Of A Hypochondriac

Rating: 4.9

Dear Lord, we ask you if you will,
put your blessing on this meal.
We ask you Father, if it pleases,
protect us from these new diseases.

Please bless the spinach, and the romaine.
And cleanse it of some lurking ptomaine.
God, bless our ice cream and our cola.
Pray it's not teaming with ebola.

And pray the deli didn't sell us
coleslaw ripe with salmonellus.
We also ask a special blessing;
no botulism in the dressing.

While we regard your higher power,
make sure the deviled eggs aren't sour.
And please Lord, bless our sirloin tip,
and purge it of E. Coli's grip.

And Lord, make sure no one is able
to get sick and die upon this table.
So bless, Lord, all this food we share.
Insure no deadly virus there.

One last thing Lord, if it's OK,
Please hold this blessing that we pray.
For all this fear, and all this fright,
has made us lose our appetite.

Danny Reynolds 13 April 2006

Absolutely brilliant. You know, we never had all these diseases before we had names for them! I blame all these anti-this and anti- that cleaning products, stopping all the poor kids getting a wee bit poisoned everyday, till they build up their immunity.....I think I'm turning into my mother! Danny p.s.10 from me.

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Sylvia Spencer 25 February 2006

another great poem brilliant material. cheers Sylvie

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Hugh Cobb 02 February 2006

Dear Brigid, I smiled all the way through this one. It's a lovely piece of light verse. Humor is one of mankind's saving graces, perhaps his only one. This is very well-done. All the best, Hugh

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